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The Dead and the War

In the end,
The dead isn't counted,
The lived ones are praised,
Little do they know the pain, 
Of the dead,
The litres of blood,
That was shed isn't counted,
The lost honour of women,
Cannot be restored,
The dead fought for the leader,
But did he fight for the dead?
They say the dead watch over us, 
Would they be ashamed of us now? Jealous of us?
That we won't die unremembered,
The war fought in the cold,
The war fought in the heat,
The war fought for women,
The war fought for wealth,
All have the same outcome,
Death of the innocent.

~SRUTHAKIRTI M

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  1. Anonymous7 February 2022 at 17:50

    wow wonderful, such great thoughts are being penned by such a young artist. May you become more successful than your imagination. Good luck

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  2. Anonymous4 March 2022 at 23:42

    adutha book evede?

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  3. Anonymous16 October 2022 at 01:46

    It's deep

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  4. Anonymous16 October 2022 at 01:46

    Reality of our world

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